Curtis Chip is a Cookie Monster loving son of a gun. He was, like the Cookie Monster, born in a dumpster and lovingly raised by chocolate raisin eating tortoises. His first foray into sound came from repeatedly banging his head against the bin lid in the morning, a ritual he still practises bi-monthly in homage to his roots. He cites the Snuffelofogus as one of his muses. He narrowly escaped being held hostage by a religously fanatical sect of refrigerator magnets by repolarizing them. The world is a better place for it. Read more on Last.fm